He swallowed hard, his hands held her close.
She leaned in, her lips grazing his. Her breath was warm. Her voice was like a combination of velvet and fire.
“I’m done running,” she declared. “From them—and from this.”
Nikos searched her eyes, his heart thundering in his chest.
“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice hoarse. “I don’t want you to regret anything you do with me.”
Kiki’s brow lifted in answer, her smirk curving slowly, wickedly.
Then she kissed him again, her tongue sweeping between his lips. This kiss stole the last thread of hesitation, fanning the fire between them into an inferno.
It was wild and deep and perfect. It unraveled him, making him forget every other woman before this moment.Sheunraveled him. She had since the moment they met.
A low groan slipped from his throat as he pulled back just far enough to curse under his breath. Without warning, he swept her into his arms, her delighted laughter spilling into the space between them as he strode toward the stairs.
“Is Markos going to be okay?” she asked through her smile, breathless against his neck.
“He can handle things until the others arrive. Angel has enough security to warn us if a damn squirrel twitches its nose,” Nikos muttered, nudging the bedroom door open with his shoulder.
He crossed the room, set her down gently on the bed, and gave her a look that made her pulse race.
“If you value those clothes,” he warned, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it aside, “you might want to have them off before I get out of the shower.”
Kiki’s laugh was warm and mischievous as he disappeared into the bathroom, his clothes trailing behind him like breadcrumbs.
She reached for the hem of her hoodie, her eyes gleaming. Their eyes met for a split second before the door clicked shut behind him.
Damn, but I’m in trouble,he thought with a grin as he stepped into the shower, thankful Angel had hot water on demand otherwise he’d be taking a cold one.
The hot spray of water poured over his face and chest as he quickly soaped down. He should have been exhausted. Instead, he felt alive. More alive than he had felt in years.
Her kiss lingered on his lips—soft, wild, and fearless. Like her. A soft chuckled slipped from him when his cock bobbed in agreement.
“I know. I know,” he muttered inanticipation.
He turned off the shower and reached for a towel, raking his fingers through his hair as he stepped out and dried off quickly. When he opened the door, steam curled out around him like mist from a dragon’s breath.
And there she was.
Kiki stood in the doorway of the bathroom, leaning against the doorframe and watching him with that damn sexy smile on her lips that sent his body into overdrive again. Her body was silhouetted by the morning light streaming through the tall window behind her.
Every inch of her glorious figure was proudly on display for him to feast his eyes on. Her hair, still damp from her shower, curled around her shoulders in dark waves. Her skin looked as if it had been kissed by the sun, and in her eyes…
That look.
Not fear. Not doubt.
Trust.
She walked over as he stood there, staring like a teenager seeing his first pinup, and took the towel from his limp fingers.
“Let me,” she offered in a voice that sounded warm, sexy, and ready to melt every damn bone in his body.
And just like that, the space between them disappeared. His body jerked when she followed a trail of water down his chest with her tongue. His eyelids drooped with pleasure as she continued a combination of torture using her mouth and the towel.
His hips rocked forward when she wrapped her hand around his swollen shaft.
